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Natasha Borton
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Creative Eccentric. Poet. Musician. Observer.
Creative Eccentric. Poet. Musician. Observer.

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NAPoWriMo #7 - Sea
The river finds a path to the sea Regardless of the turn of clouds or the distance of the shore.
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NaPoWriMo #6 - When I grow up
I will grow my air into lilac buds the sickness of lilies. The milkman will leave empty bottles at my door for me to curdle into vases. I will sing psalms on Sundays to the age spots of my palms. I will not drink pure white chardonnay like my mother but swi...
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NaPoWriMo #5: In Search of the Cartographer
We attempt to locate the cartographer, he holds the map to his own co-ordinates, leave no trace through the lake. Bethan says she saw him at a call of crows, community can not decide how to write this and so he remains lost. I heard the sound of him running...
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NaPoWriMo #4: The chat-up Line
"A Ginger is just a girl who hasn't had the fire fucked out of her yet" Draft Response                    Fight back  Earthquake                    Richochet  Heart sway to the beat of Celtic Hips and Pray  you open bloodshot eyes to the cavalcade of Godd...
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NaPoWriMo #3: Pray, come.
Woman, come by the river to pray. Pull Damp rag Crimson tide from your teething jaw/raw and bathe. Feel the water raise/rise it is purer after you pray. Hand to knee feel the rip of earth clot/clod at the roots of weeds and push/pull. The river will erode/c...
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NoPoWriMo #2: Found Poem
Found Play cook peas Freezing taste near prayer. Brothers Conversation say Danger. Too late Tower block swallow Field mission, brave walking. Poor crawling always                Found
Cloud This will not run out This strange dark Highly present here.  This ...
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NaPoWriMo: Extract from 'Small Hands'
(...) In the back bedroom is a
box China cracked and glued
back together, Where my milk teeth sour. I held them in small
hands, quickly too big and replaced the weight of
them with Fairytales. I’d never tell you Just pull on loose teeth And find magic in th...
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Where the Words Went
I'm very privileged to have people who notice. It reminds me to keep posting, to keep writing and keep pressing onwards. Creativity like any other beast of existing comes in waves. There are times where I am boiling over with productivity, quick firing emai...
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